The Dream of a Dead Man

I dreamt that I had picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart, my heart, and not my head. In dreams you sometimes fall from a height or are stabbed or beaten, but you never feel pain unless perhaps you really bruise yourself against the bedstead. It was the same in my dream. I did not feel any pain, but it seemed as though with my shot everything within me was shaken and everything was suddenly dimmed and it grew horribly black around me. People were walking and shouting around me, the captain bawled, the land lady shrieked, and suddenly another break, and I was being carried in a closed coffin. And for the first